Moved to the Ox for a month.

I've moved to the Ox for a month. I needed more time to find a proper place to live, it's only temporary. So far it's ok, sometimes I feel a little bit alienated from the world, but I guess that effect comes from the heat and hardly any windows in this place. I'm trying not to get too comfortable, so that my relationships with the other people that live here are not altered from what they were before. I can't wait until someone from the Real World comes to visit me in this place, I want to see their reaction.

Robot.

I've always thought of myself as someone who can relate to the passing of another person's loved ones, but now I'm not so sure. My mother died when I was 13, and even though this has had a profound impact on how I view the world and my relationships with other people, sometimes I think it's done little more than make me a teary-eyed fool when watching movies involving children losing their parents (which never ceases to amaze me how I can be still be so affected by a movie plot).

Death is a strange thing. It is ever-present in our lives, it is a constant thing you can count on. Life ends, death continues. It never ceases to hurt, and the cold hard fact of it doesn't fade away. Rather, it becomes a part of ourselves, and we carry it with us for the rest of our time here on this earth.